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A John Deere 2656G log loader at a reload near Clearwater BC. This one is operated by Troyco Enterprises
{Log of CT-7869, "Greeves"}
-0900, Kamino Cloning facilities
-I waited in line with the other clones, ready to board the humongous cruiser. We were slowly marching into it, and I turned and looked into the blank visor of the guy beside me. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell it was Verb, because he was fidgeting nervously like he always did before something big, like our final training exercise last week, the one that determined if we were "good enough to fight," as Mech–another man from our squad–had put it.
I looked the other way and saw someone approaching. An ARC Trooper. I knew that as I had been told our squad had the potential to be them, and from seeing them supervise us. From his armour colour–green–I could tell he was only a sergeant, not as high-ranking as Conduct (our ARC overseer) had been.
He put his hand on the shoulder of Packer, another man from our squad.
"Son, I'd like you and your squad to come with me," he said. I could here Verb's gasp from inside his helmet. We stepped out of line and followed him back into the facility, through the sleek-white corridors. He led us into a separate room where a nervous-looking young man stood.
He removed his helmet, revealing a scar on his face and the standard black hair. He nodded at us and we all did the same, setting our helmets on the table. We had all shaved our heads to show unity, except for Spastic, but he was a little odd.
"You're no doubt wondering why you're here," said the ARC Trooper, "but first, let me tell you my name. I'm ARC-1089, or 'Crash'. But you will call me 'sir' or 'sergeant'. I've been assigned to train you to become the best of the best. It will not be easy, I promise you that. But we will do it. This man"–he gestured to the nervous-looking guy beside him–"has been watching you train for awhile. He thinks you have great potential, along with a lot of the supervisors."
Mech raised his hand.
"So, we're staying here for more training instead of going off to fight?"
"Correct," said Crash, "but in time you will fight. Head back to sector A-38, your new dorms. Training starts tomorrow. You are dismissed."
This is the start of a new series I will be doing, focusing on the Clone Wars. I'm sorry if this issue was a little boring, but it will get better, trust me. I hope you enjoyed, and happy thanksgiving.
-Ian
Here lies the skeleton of a massive spruce, clearly grown in open, less forested conditions, judging by the huge lateral limbs that line what has become a forest runway.
ODC: Lined
same log as the previous image, a little closer...
and this is very cool -- check out the live ahwahnee meadow cam!!
A traditional log cabin, now likely being used as a farming tool shed. Along March Road, Corkery, Almonte, Ontario, Canada, 2024. Taken with an iPhone 11 camera.
Colas Rail Freight Class 56s, 56090 and 56049 "Robin of Templecombe" lead the empty log wagons on 6C37 19:55 Chirk Kronospan to Carlisle Yard through Hartford.
[Thanks to Mr. Swift for the heads-up.]
Janice explores an exhibit just added in the playground section of one of the zoos I serve. Each window allows kids, or us, to view a small animal or a tarantula.